Chapter 1312: Little Yin’s Martial World
No one knew what exactly was going on inside Little Yin’s head. At times, Qi Xuansu and Zhang Yuelu also wanted to know, but so far, neither of them had been able to fully grasp the little imp’s logic.
Veteran constables all knew that the most troublesome cases were those without patterns or logic. In other words, there was no plan—the perpetrator had no relationship with the victim, and the crime was entirely impulsive. Whoever happened to be within reach became the target.
Yushi quickly realized that he had fallen into such a predicament.
The person he was trying to track acted entirely on whim, with no logic whatsoever. There was no plan, no clues, and no known grudge against the Heavenly Court.
He had laid a net across the area, yet not even a single hair was caught.
In other words, after committing a crime, the culprit did not linger at all and immediately moved on to the next completely random target.
The next target was a warehouse. The doors were blown open, and bolts of silk were thrown all over the city.
At first, Yushi thought someone was targeting the Heavenly Court’s maritime trade, so he deployed forces at sea. But the culprit simply struck on land instead. Under such circumstances, catching the person would have been nothing short of a miracle.
It was like dealing with a mischievous child who was not motivated by money or by revenge but wrecked things purely for fun.
Yet the Heavenly Court had no choice but to swallow the loss silently. They could hardly go to the Daoist Mansion to demand justice since those silks had never been taxed. At the moment, they could still recover most of them, but if the Daoist authorities found out, everything would be confiscated.
In truth, Little Yin had no idea that the Heavenly Court had already begun searching for her everywhere. After carrying out two missions to rob the rich and help the poor, she discovered that it was not fun at all. No one praised her as a hero. She even went out of her way to eavesdrop, hoping to hear people admire or worship her. But she gained nothing.
These impoverished people, long accustomed to hardship, had already seen through reality. They did not believe that wandering heroes existed to rob the rich and help the poor. In their eyes, this was simply criminals fighting each other. Most assumed it was an internal conflict, and they had merely picked up some leftover benefits.